28.12.2013Would You Like My Breast Milk Unprocessed or Not? (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a black van and immediately sat down only to find there's a blonde naked female right in front of me. Her body composition and outline is of an anime female with odd anatomy, especially for the breasts. Spoiler for 18+: I'm not sure if I took action or if she did it, but I was sucking on her nipples for breast milk apparently. Just as I was getting into feeling her right nipple with my tongue, she pulls herself back a bit and asks me a question (paraphrasing): "Would you like it unprocessed or not?" I don't remember what my choice was, but I just wanted to go back into nipple sucking. Unfortunately, it seems as if existence in the dream was fading away when I woke up. I probably got too excited, and I'm totally just going to ignore that I wasn't bothered by her question. _________________________ 28.12.2013Setting Up a Trap for a Pitbull (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This dream was like playing some kind of RTS game where you can zoom in and out and pan over the environment to plan your course of action. I had the role of trying to set up a trap for a dog that looked like your regular pit bull. The lower half of the dog's body consisted of a black color that spreads a bit more to the top of its back. It had a white colored base for its visage and a black snout. My plan was to make a small tunnel for it to pass through, and the sections would be intertwined so closely that the moment it came out of the small pipe way, the trap would be activated in some way. _________________________ 28.12.2013Natti & Her Floating Lemur Guardian (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I forgot the date I recalled this dream, and I can't be bothered to check the chat logs I discussed this with a friend of mine. All I know is that it occurred a few days before this date of the dream journal entry. And I'm not sure if I'm typing this properly in a chronological format, but there were so many small things to take into consideration that it felt like I was experiencing them all at once. I guess that's the disadvantages of trying to find words to conceptualize the whole experience into words....too linear and restricted. I was inside of an apartment that looked fairly empty, as if it was cleaned out for someone to immediately move. I noticed I was talking to a friend of mine Natti. There were all sorts of subtle things occurring, and most of what I recalled was based on my peripheral vision. I couldn't see Natti clearly, but I could easily make out the contours of her visage and body. She was wearing swamp green military fatigue pants along with a black vest, though I couldn't tell if she was wearing a black sports bra underneath or not. She's sitting down crisscross apple sauce, and I had a small conversation with her over something I can't recall too well. All I could remember is that I was suggesting to her that we head out somewhere, and that's when I noticed the floating lemur close to us. I wasn't bothered for a long time on the lemur's presence, but something about her (presuming the lemur would be a she after discussing this with my friend) felt like she was protecting Natti I guess. The lemur had a blue-skinned visage, hands, feet, and I believe is the same for her belly as well while the rest the body consisted of white fur. I think she wore glasses like Natti did, though this dream was either completely based on peripheral vision, or was just blurry from the start. She (lemur) seemed to be fairly dormant and was probably just there for fun or something else entirely. It looked like she was meditating with her eyes closed, but still having awareness of what was going on. Though I felt that despite of her calm nature, it was kind of overbearing and creeped me out a bit. I looked over the window and noticed that the environment outside had a fairly dully and gray atmosphere. The buildings had the same bland color as well, and the window I'm looking through is fairly basic as well. It has a dark brown wooden edge around it and the flooring consisted of dark brown wood with some level of polish to it. Natti seemed to be out of place with the area she's in, and after that, I can't recall what happens next. Seeing how her female lemur guardian was in the same sitting position as her, only floating, maybe they were both meditating at the time and I just happened to be part of the experience.
07.19.2012Airport Sushi (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm outside preparing myself to go inside one of the planes in an Airport area. There are a few people going on the plane as well. The sky is light gray, feels like it's either going to rain, or maybe it's early morning. I follow along with the group of dream characters, just to make I don't miss my flight that's right there in front of me. An elderly man that looks a lot like a tennis coach I used to have is here to direct us inside the plane I believe. He had gray hair, wore one of those safety vests on top of his long-sleeved shirt, wore long pants, and was Caucasian. He didn't really talk much, and I can only recall him using hand gestures. Before we follow his instructions, a gust of wind hits me and everyone else all over, and I realized that this must be generated by the plane that's actually being operated at the moment. I ignored how dangerous that was, and then finally went inside some small building to get ready to go on the plane. I go inside, and the building feels empty. The building's composition is glass all over, even for most of the doors. There are escalators both going down and up, and I follow the dream character instead of waiting for the others to respond. It seemed the path we're going to would lead to boarding on the plane. I knew who the person was that I'm following. I only saw the back of his body, but his hair alone was enough for me to know. He had blonde hair, slightly dirty blonde hair, wore a fancy black polo shirt, and khaki or a really light gray long pants. He probably wore a light brown or black dress shoe. Oh, and let's call him Con. As I'm waiting for the escalator to send me all the way up, Con wastes no time to start skipping, even when there's no rush to reach the boarding area. I start to do the same, and then we have to walk a little before going down on an escalator. I didn't wait for this one to carry me down either, I just started skipping the steps and finally reached the bottom. I hear two females talking to each other, and I believe they're wondering how they are going to find their seats or something, I just assumed they were completely clueless based on the tone of their voices. I think the dream shifts to where I'm finally on the plane, but for me, this feels like I'm in a mini-hotel or something. Instead of analyzing the environment around me, I just take advantage of the bed or chair I'm sitting on and just relax. There's a female asking us if we would like something to eat, because they have a lot of food to offer. I didn't want to go at first, but I finally got up and followed the lady to the right on my right. The flooring is mostly dark red carpet, and maybe dark blue at some other rooms as well. Things felt luxurious for me when I saw all of the food on the table. The foods that caught my attention the most were various Sushi and chopped up chicken breasts. I get a bowl, and I believe it's a red ceramic bowl. I guess it makes sense for me that it's red, especially since I used a red ceramic bowl for eating cereal yesterday. I don't hesitate at all while I'm adding stuff to the bowl, I took a lot of what looks like the Sushi and the chopped up (and cooked) chicken breasts. The chicken breasts had a very light brown color. I most likely went back to my fancy room, still not cognizant on whether it's a hotel, airplane, or even both at the time. I think I'm called again if I would like more food, and I think I follow another lady for more to eat. _________________________07.19.2012Sinoblak (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm talking to Sinoblak on the Dream Views forums, something related to our dreams. All I was paying attention was her avatar and name, everything else went out of focus for me. Except when she posted about shifts or something in our dreams or something like that. _________________________07.19.2012Cookieh and Oblivious Searching (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I did a WBTB before I recalled these sets of dreams, which is why my recall for everything right now is okay. I'm waiting for a train to come, and while I'm being passive in paying attention for it to come, the train is already halfway through. I still have a little distance to make one final dash. I tried doing a curved dash, like moving away from the plane while running, and then turning to the right to leap and hopefully get a grip on the bar on the back of the train, but I failed. I had some feeling that I shouldn't be on the tracks, but I saw at least one person walking near the tracks to go up the stairs somewhere. And the actual tracks themselves, I thought it would be dangerous to step on them because I thought it would be an electrical hazard. I step over the tracks, nothing bad happens. I get out of the train station, and randomly walk around, trying to find some place to go. I don't know why I wanted to take the train I just missed, but now that I'm in a huge conflict with not knowing where it was going in the first place, it's very hard to find any kind of guidance in the dream. I think I run a little bit, looking over to my right at the skies. I think I see some huge city skyscrapers, and decided that I should find a way to head over there. While I'm running, or just power walking, I think I'm going into a section with various warehouses and storage garages. There are a few teenagers, maybe around the ages of 16-18, and they look like Skater posers or something, based on how they dressed themselves, and how most of them are practically skinny. But this was a rushed rationalization based on what I saw from my peripheral vision, or at least when taking a 1 second glance at them approaching my direction, but not necessarily to talk to me or anything. I started to develop a fear that they were coming after me though, since I'm all alone in a random section with warehouses and storage garages outside, I just couldn't help it. I ran a little bit faster, and then the feelings of fear eventually faded away. I don't know where I ran, but now it seemed I'm finally in an area with some people to start asking questionings too. The first person I talk to is red-headed. Her hair is somewhat long, almost reaching her shoulders. I assume this person is Cookieh, just because of other features I've noticed that matched the real one. (And I mean that in a non-creepy way). I asked the Cookieh look-a-like a question, most likely relating to where the hell I am at the moment. She looked a little depressed for some reason, and I asked her if she can give me a ride to somewhere that I can't remember. She's still looking down, and I guess I just take that as a "no." I don't think she wanted to talk to anyone with the state she was in. I open a glass door to go into a building, and I get some kind of mental flash that someone posted a picture of a nipple on the Dream Views forum. And because of that, I had some reflex that basically made me think, "YOU CAN'T POST NIPPLES ON DREAM VIEWS!!!!!" I take a look at the animated nipple in my mind, and it's oozing out so much breast milk, and the fact that it's not attached to anyone's body freaks me out a bit. After that random episode, I think I ask someone else for directions. I can't remember if it was a male or female, but they pointed to the sky. I look up, and they mentioned about how I could go to some big company to get more information on what to do next. The same finger that was pointing up was geared towards some huge building being held by some large machine crane, ready to drop it at its new location. Seeing a building lifted up like that was pretty cool, but also scary because with dream logic and all, it could end up pretty bad if it fell somewhere else. The dream shifts to where my perspective changes to where I see myself walking to someone. While I'm in this spectator first person view, I see gray hair to my left, and then realize it's an old lady, and apparently, she's the owner of whatever section I'm in. I shift my perspective back to the dream body of myself that I was previous contained in, and the lady continues to declare that I could go anywhere but near her and her daughter. I don't know what she thought I was going to do to her daughter, but I think I remember seeing the daughter at some point in the dream. She was hot, but it's not like I was going to sexually assault her or something. After the old lady gave me the freedom to walk around this city, and by the looks of where I am, either the city is just naturally dark, or maybe it's night time in the city. I don't remember what I do next though. _________________________07.19.2012One-Fifth Monster (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I can't remember much, but I think I'm fighting, or getting close to fighting a random monster. I don't know its name, but someone declares that it gives 1/5 Retribution or something like that. Guess it was some kind of RPG-esque kind of dream.
I was in this grocery store helping my parents shop. There was this beautiful woman there I kept glancing at, hoping she would notice me. It turns out I needed to head back her way to grab some cases of coke. I got the cases and as I headed back to the checkout, I glanced back over my shoulder again at the woman, and she was looking back at me this time as well. Now the dream changes, the grocery store turns into a library with some different DCs. I'm just walking around a bit, looking at the book titles I walk past and heading over to the table area to have a seat. There are some DCs at the tables, reading books. There was a row of chairs out of place, like someone moved them to block off several isles of books. The chair row went down, and turned to the left to make a dead end. These were all the typical heavy wooden chairs a library usually has. I move 2 chairs at the end of the row to the table I was next to so I could sit down. This librarian woman sees me doing this and comes over to me. She starts giving me an attitude which I didn't like, and asks me "where are you from?" I'm thinking why do I have to tell her where I'm from? What kind of question is that? Although I did tell her what city I live in, I wasn't about to just stand there and be grilled by her. I woke up. Take that, I just ended the dream and your existance! It didn't take long to fall to sleep again, this time I had a short dream about mowing grass. After I mowed, the neighbor next to me mowed his grass too. Over near the border to our yards, there was some tough grass on my side that didn't get cut even. I guess I still had the mower with me, because I used it on the grass until it came out all nice and even. The only thing was I had to keep changing the angle of approach to get it to cut right. When I was done I lifted the mower up off the ground while it was still running even though doing so was dangerous. The blades were spinning fast, but I just set it back down and shut it off. There was some soft ground next to me that the riding lawnmower tore up into mud and left wheel tracks in. Somehow I remember doing that earlier when cutting the grass, so I must have been using both a riding lawn mower as well as the push mower. caution sexual dream following The next dream goes back to the library setting again, this time without the annoying lady. There are some DCs there, and one guy has built a robot. The robot actually looks like an old style cylon from battlestar galactia. This robot is running around the place, acting crazy. Somehow it finds C3PO, rips off his head, and places C3PO's head on top of its own cylon head. So now this robot is running around "pretending" to be C3PO, but he just looks stupid to me. The next thing I know is that the guy who built him has now modified his robot so it could have sex. In other words this is now a "male" robot. The robot seems to want me to find a mate for it, that is when I notice this naked woman setting at one of the library tables. Getting her attention, I'm about to hook her up with this robot, and as I'm talking to her, it seems as though her skin changes to metal, looking bronze. It is at this point I start thinking, what the heck am I doing? I'm not giving her to this crazy robot, I want her for myself. She turns back to a normal woman once I start touching and holding her. The crazy robot runs off. So I'm lucid now and touching her tummy, running my hand all the way down, and then back up to her breasts a few times. Then I start caressing her breasts and sucking on them. She was so nice and seemed to be enjoying it. As I was sucking on her nipple, it started to get longer in my mouth and went down my throat. Although I wasn't choking, I could feel it there as if it were trying to give me a little choking sensation. Although it was unusual, it somehow was arousing to me and I kept doing it. It didn't hinder me from breathing. When I started pulling away from her to get her nipple out of my throat, it came out slowly, being constricted, then broke off after only a few inches. At least I think that is what happened, but her nipple looked like it was ok to me, although overly large at this point. She seemed pleased, smiling at me. This is where I woke up.
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]The following dream has been rated DV-R, by the DreamViews Association of America. It is intended for mature audiences. Parental discretion is advised.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]This dream contains images of another member of DreamViews. This dream is posted with permission.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]I attempted to find some good images for this post but my kids are always around, so just use your imagination.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][SPOILER="OPHELIA NAKED AND THE HOBBITS"][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have gone to camp, and the summer camp is located in myson’s middle school. Various older ‘teens’ are tasked with showing everybody totheir rooms, and I am led with a group of people down a hall which wouldnormally be located by the counselor’s offices in the middle school. The hallis painted grey and is lit by fluorescents which bring no life to the area. Iand four others are directed to the right and into what appears to be abathroom. It too is dimly lit and painted grey, though one wall has texturedwallpaper. There are several stalls along the back wall, and I guess that I ambeing led here to use the bathroom, which seems fine because I need to a littlebit.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my surprise the stall isn’t a bathroom but my room. Thewalls are wider than a normal stall, and the open space is filled with a widebed. One odd feature remains; there are still handrails on the walls, as ifstalls for handicapped users have been converted. “Oh. Okay.” are my onlyconscious thoughts on the subject.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Next to my stall are other stalls, all occupied with variouspeople, and some are co-ed. I happen to not be in a co-ed one and my roommateis OpheliaBlue, of DreamViews. We are both excited to be rooming together and weboth look forward to camp fun.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have my back to the open door and for some reason I hadstarted taking off my clothes, possibly because I thought the stall was goingto be a bathroom. “Is everyone going to just stare at me?” I say, turningtowards the open door. Fortunately no one is around any longer and only Opheliais watching me undress. I’m fine with this, mostly because she is also female,but partly because I realize it’s time to go to bed.[/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Ophelia has long red-hair in this dream, a recent dye-job that looks amazing, and when I see her she is doubled-over, resting her chest on her legs, her breasts slightly squished against the top of ther thighs. She is wearing nothing, and I ask her how long it has been since she dyed her hair from its normal black. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"About a week now, " she replies. "Do you like it?"[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]"I do, very much!" I tell her, and I'm captivated by her body.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Climb in!” she calls to me, holding up the covers with onehand. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Do you mind if I do?”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, come on.” She replies, and I slip in under thecomforter and sheet. It feels nice and soft in the bed, and we snuggle closetogether.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Noticing how close we are, and how much both of us don’tseem to mind, I begin touching her hand, walking my fingers along her wrist andarm. She smiles at me, and soon we are both touching each other, leading up toa strong embrace. Holding each other feels good and we do the next thing whichcomes naturally, kissing.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Her lips are full, not thick, and soft, a pleasant sensationas my tongue dances with hers. This bed within a stall seems like an odd placefor passion but it doesn’t stop us. My hand snakes behind her head and playsaround with her neck and hair, while hers is along the side of my neck andmoving down. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel her hand on my breast and I kiss her harder, deeper,and grind my body into hers a little, allowing our heat to mingle and forcingher hand deeper. Occasionally one of us lets out a little moan of pleasure, andwe seem to be feeding off the desire of each other.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I break our embrace and move my face down her chest, whereher nipples are exposed and erect. I kiss her left nipple, smile a little, andplace my mouth directly on it and begin sucking and teasing the tip with my tongue.Ophelia arches her back and rises to meet my mouth, inviting me to continue andbring an arm behind her, adding support for our activities.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Just when everything was getting really hot and exciting, weboth find it is time to get up and go to class, or lunch, or some appointmentwhich never evolves as an idea. Ophelia leaves, though I can’t recall if sheput on a shirt. I remember her black bra as she left, and a glance she madeover shoulder towards me.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing that everyone is gone and will be busy for sometime I decide it must be time to go looking for some important item, some kindof talisman that is hidden in another camper’s belongings. I head out from mystall, turn left and make my way to the room at the end of the hall, a muchwider room than mine with a couple beds in it, as well as furniture more suitedtowards a girl’s bedroom.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk past the bed, which is neatly made, and head towardsthe white dresser beyond. I begin digging through the drawers, looking througheach for something important, but I don’t find anything. I become aware thatI’m digging through the wrong set of drawers, and I turn to check the smalltable-drawer behind me. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This drawer is also wooden, but seems unfinished, incontrast to the white painted chest I was looking through previously. On top isa lamp with a shade, and this is resting on a lace cover to protect the top ofthe drawers.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside I find paper, a pen, some light bulbs, a replacementlight fixture for an absent chandelier, and some feminine pads, but none ofthese are what I’m looking for. I get angry, and frustrated, not finding whatI’m looking for, and I storm back down the hall to my own stall. Here I beginlooking through Ophelia’s belongings, but again I find nothing.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At this point I feel it is time to get back in bed, and Istart to, but I notice someone nearby who is in their bed and they are veryitchy. The girl is scratching viciously, and is attempting to contort into themost impossible positions to resolve her itch.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I lie down on the bed, and think that someone else must haveput itching-powder in the girl’s bed, when I discover there is a grainy powderin my bed as well. It looks like cayenne pepper, or a light-colored paprika,but it’s grainier, like powdered garlic. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At first I kind-of dismiss the powder, knowing that I cansee it and it will not affect me, but as I lie down I conclude that I reallyneed to handle this situation, as the realization comes to me that everyone inthe camp now has this powder in their bed. Soon those people will return totheir beds, and they won’t be happy.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up and stride with purpose down the hall, this timeheading the opposite direction from before. I make my way around a couple ofcorners and at last find the culprits, two of the boys in the camp holding abag and giggling like assholes.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the boys turns out to be a guy named Adam, one of theclose friends of the neighbor-boy down the street. I remember him as he lookedin his teens and it’s no surprise that he pulled this prank. He always was anasshole.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I confront him as an adult facing down a teen who hasclearly done something bad. “What did you think you were doing?! Do youunderstand that this could hurt some people?”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Adam shrugs and doesn’t seem terribly remorseful butapologizes and says he will go clean up the mess. I let him go and start towalk back to my bed/stall when I remember my urgency from before. I still havenot found the important item, and much is riding on me finding it.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]With the sudden decision that it’s better to say sorry andapologize after-the-fact than to own up to not finding the item, I leave theschool/camp in a hurry and run outside to catch the bus, which is alreadydeparting. It’s a charter-style bus, and there’s no way I can catch it.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Stop that bus!” I yell towards the Hobbits, which are alsodoing their best to catch the bus. Samwise Gamgee lands on top of the bus andpeeks upside down at the driver from the roof, which alerts the driver we areall running to catch up. He stops abruptly, and as we are about to board thebus the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SPOILER][/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][img]http://flowerinfo.org/wp-content/gallery/lotus-flowers/lotus-flower-13.jpg[/img][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in California, visiting my dad with my son and daughter.We have gone someplace for the day, and have now decided to go look around thebay for scenic moments. We are in Oakland somewhere and come to a pullout, oroverlook, and as we get to the edge we can see the water and all the ships init, including a cargo ship and an aircraft carrier. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad says, “Let’s go take a look!”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go down to water level, somehow, possibly by convenientelevator. When we arrive at dock level I can see the port of Oakland on myright side, though it seems to have much less to do with cargo than usual, andall the cargo cranes are not present, only a few remain. Tied to the dock farto my right is an aircraft carrier, towering above us, and loaded with planes.This is the ‘wow’ moment. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I was young I would walk down to the Navy breakwater inAlameda and watch the carriers from only a few hundred feet away. They were bigand powerful, cities to themselves. When the Naval Air Station closed thecarriers left, along with all the planes and support personnel. I was alwayssad to see them go.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m looking at how big and shiny and colorful the aircraftcarrier is and how good the sky looks behind it. It seems the Navy has become alittle progressive with their color schemes and instead of just the plain greyof most ships this carrier has been updated with accents of black and red thatmake the carrier look powerful and swift. I decide I want my film camera instead of mylittle digital, which I left in the car, back up the hill. I tell my dad, “Ireally want my camera; I’m going to go back and get it.” He says, “Yeah, I think I want my camera,too.” He accompanies me back to theelevator and we ride up to get our cameras.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]At the top I walk out and I am standing in a dirt parkinglot. The dirt is fine and almost sandy, but not deep. Behind me where thescenic vista was is now a series of shops and other small buildings, none morethan five stories in height. The buildings are mostly made of concrete and lookold. The time is late afternoon and manyof the local workers are emerging, preparing to go home, and some appear toalready be toasted. Many are dressed in sailor outfits, though they don’t seemout of place despite us being some distance from the water. At some point I believe I have a conversationwith one of them.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]********************************************************[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have come home from California, and I’m happy to be home.Jen is happy we are home also, though my kids don’t seem to be around. Theliving room of the house is different than normal. The structure of the houseis different, the walls have texture, and even the orientation of furniture is changed.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I walk out the back door with her and our storage room isoff to the left upon exit, and beyond it is a lot of brush. Jen decides tobreak some and starts a small fire in the outdoor fire pit/hearth (which doesnot exist in real life), and I break a few branches myself. Then I realize thatas the fire grows it will burn the plants and dead branches piled above thehearth, and I begin pulling down and breaking the material so it won’t start auncontrolled fire. Jen gives me anexasperated look as I put some branches on and stand them vertically so theywill catch, telling her, “You have to stand them up, like this, to make themcatch fire.” This prompts the eye-rolling from her, and she moves the firearound with a stick. [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]We come inside and she is on the far side of the kitchen,handling some task. I am still near the back door which now has a window to theleft of it when facing the back door. This window is not made of glass, or ismissing the glass, and instead has a thick plastic sheet in place, and I feel adraft coming around it. I inspect it more closely and discover it is notattached at the bottom, and pushing on it allows even more cold air to come in.The push also reveals a hidden pocket of snow, collected in the window and notyet melted, which I reach for. The snow is mixed with small leaves and grass,and it’s cold, but fluffy. I turn around to show everyone and a friend of myson is standing there, and he asks, “Is it cold? Can I touch it?” I throw it at him, and it lands on hisjacket. I feel pretty good about this and throw a little more at him, which hetakes in good stride.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I notice by looking out the back window that the fire isgetting high, and needs to be brought down, so I go outside to handle this. Thetrees above the fire are getting singed and one of the trees is actually onfire. These are thin trees, perhaps twelve feet in height at their top, and allare young fruit trees. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head for the water faucet by the back door, turn on thewater to a medium flow, and begin spraying the trees with a mist to extinguishthe fire and protect them, while hopefully not dropping too much on the fire itself.Sadly, I use too much and the fire is diminished to a smoldering heap, but itis still burning and that’s what I wanted.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I go back inside, I believe, and walk up to the front of thehouse briefly, or perhaps not briefly, time and motion seemed to blend here. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again I look out the back and now the yard is super-long,perhaps several hundred feet. On the right of the property is a long,chain-link fence, which just ends towards the back of the property. The firehas been moved out to the end of the property, and is in a large tank offiberglass, or heavy plastic, with ports on the side. I run because again thefire is out of control, sending flames and sparks some 25 feet in the air, andI don’t want the attention of the fire department. I turn on the hose, but thistime it is heavier, and longer. I realize that Jen has attached a second hoseto the first one so it can reach all the way to the back of the property. I runwith the sluggish hose filled with water and finally reach the fire pit, but asI arrive the fire is extinguished by several guys hanging out in the back yard.They have put out the fire using a fire-protection system that is mounted alongthe back side of the container. It consists of several vertical supports towhich large buckets are attached, each filled with water. Each bucket is blue,cylindrical in shape, and about two feet wide and four feet tall, and opensfrom the bottom to allow a dousing effect. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The container, or fire pit, is now filled with water whichsloshes back and forth. It is dirty and filled with ash, and one of the guys isin the water, trying to gain his footing. He apparently activated the system,though I wasn’t sure why he was in the pit at the time.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I explore the rest of the end of the yard here, and when Ilook towards the house it seems really far away. When I look out away from thehouse I see that the yard ends not far from where the fence ends, and becomes asloped piece of earth which leads to a street where many new homes are beingconstructed. The road is dirty, as is common around construction sites and Ican see the tire tracks of the vehicles in the dust.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To my left, when facing out, a house is being constructed,and it appears to be encroaching on my property, and I say, “It was nice ofthem to ask if they could build here.” Suddenly I have doubt in my mind. Didsomeone ask? I can’t recall.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]From the street a vehicle approaches, turns down the hilland comes towards me. It is not a fancy vehicle, nor new, but the owner ordriver steps out and walks up. He is dressed in white clothes, not quite asuit, but more western in appearance. He walks and talks business.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I want to buy your truck, he tells me.”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My truck? I’m not quite sure what he means. I turn aroundand the fire container has become a red truck body, and for some reason this iswhere the fire was built. The truck is old; possibly a late 70’s or early 80’smodel. There is a cab piece, a large bed from the truck, and a hood. Theproportions of all these truck parts are abnormal, possibly three or four timeswhat they would normally be. Despite their large size they are lightweight, andcan be moved easily. I pick up the bed and turn it upside down, and it is now coveringme like a cave. I back out and move the other pieces, to block the yard fromaccess. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“It’s not for sale, I don’t think.” I tell the man.“Besides, it’s not mine. It belongs to Jen.”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man dismisses me and starts to walk towards the house,and I tell him to stop. At first he ignores me, and I tell him, “You won’t getanywhere unless you talk to me first.” He is still walking and I hold up myhand and start counting fingers, backwards, “Five, four, three, two…” The man turns around and walks back. “Okay,I’ll listen.” [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“The truck belongs to Jen, and has been part of the familyfor a long time.” He gives me a sidewaysglance. “I can take you to her but I need to talk to her first.”[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I get up from my seated position and am about to movetowards the house when I notice a couple of people have walked up, and they areheaded towards the stairway to my right (as I face the back of my house). Theback of the yard has morphed in to a room, and I am perched on the back of asofa which occupies part of an interior room with a fireplace, a large mirror,a couple of tables, and the previously mentioned stairway. The people, whoappear to be teenagers, proceed up and out of sight around a bend in thestairwell. This stairway wasn’t there just moments ago and I realize the house nextdoor has been built surprisingly fast. As I’m pondering its origin anothercouple walks up, a man led by a woman, and she is only wearing panties. She isan attractive women in nearly every way, tall and thin, tan skin, and longbrown hair. Her breasts are exposed, and the man I am with is staring veryintently at her breasts. They have beautiful fullness but her nipples appearinverted, and have the shape of lotus flowers, as If the flesh has beenterribly mutated or mutilated. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She walks by and out of sight up the stairs, and I say, “Didyou see that? Her nipples? They’re all gross!” I’m slightly mad, slightly bewildered,and very confused. “And where do all these people keep coming from? Why arethey in my back yard?!”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The man had indeed seen her breasts, and had been staring ather with obvious lust on his face as he also stared at her ass. “Letch!” I callhim, and turn away. He seems unfazed by my comment and did not appear botheredby the shape of her nipples.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t dwell on this and I walk back up to my house, whichis either closer now or I skipped over the walking part. To the right of myback door is the back door of another house which has now been built directlyagainst mine, and I say, “What the hell? When did this get here? Why did theybuild so close?” Indeed they are close, and to make it worse both houses now sharethe storage room to my right. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Confused and upset, I walk inside, through the kitchen, andon in to the living room. A party has been going on and there are guests in thekitchen and dining area, which I slip past. In the living room I find Jen, leaningdown in the closet near the front door, rummaging for something. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Honey? There’s a man here to see you. He wants to buy thered truck out back. “ [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]She stands up and turns around. We walk into the middle ofthe living room and from nowhere Riley S. appears. He is in his Boy Scoutuniform and is overly cheerful, standing boldly with his hands on his hips,arms bent out to either side. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m here to introduce the man!” he proudly announces.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]His scout uniform is covered in patches, each about threeinches squared, and these are all his merit badges. Suddenly the man appearsnext to him, and he is dressed similarly, covered in patches and fullyuniformed. He places his hand on Riley’s shoulder and says, “I’ve got this,son.”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn to Jen and say, “Here is the man. He wants to buy theirtruck. He is not related to Riley, and is also not part of the Scouts. Oh, andhe’s a letch.”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Again the man seems unfazed by this and asks if he can buythe truck. In a very pleasant voice Jen tells him it is not for sale, and hasbeen in the family for a long time. It’s special to her, and I begin to wonderwhy she had allowed a fire to be placed in it. Still, it’s not my truck, soit’s none of my business.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]**********************************************[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This part may have occurred before the California dream.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I remember looking over all my cassette tapes, with theintention of playing one of them. This is an odd moment in the dream because Irecognize that cassettes are no longer in style, let alone production. Despitethis I am excited to play a tape of good music for…someone. I have the feelingI want to play music for someone but I don’t know who it is now. I am alsoexcited because I am using the cassette player my dad had when I was a kid,which I liked very much. It had lots of buttons and dials, and a VU meter foreach channel.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]************************************[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I recall, after the house dream, looking through somecomputer files for “The Death File.” I do not recall why I was looking for thisnot what it was connected to but it seemed important. I am standing over acomputer with an older-style monitor that displays yellow-lettering. I amclicking through a list of files and looking for the one I want.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
not much to report apart from being with this girl who was showing me this extra pair of tear ducts, shaped like tiny nipples on her neck/back. was trying to incubate a scandinavian type scene dream but only have vague memories of that
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